Contact
by Marley Reedy
Illustration by Samzok Wangdi
1.
These are just openings
To the static world tearful
Open eyes gauging
Movement as hell
As purgatory surrounding
Open eyes closed
Can’t not see the stillest
Movement that’s cursed
To never stop to
Never not be
Dirty mirror is an
Opening to cloudy
Eyes to show me how
To say yes and when
To say no but never
Move out of place
Out of socket or
You will lose your
Spot in the race
Cry of smoke and gun
And go now like
Cattle but remember
To stop or you will
Fail but never fall
Or be forever
In this pit this
Opening to the
Right to the molten
Fear of the world.
To lie is to say
no to fear
2.
Form another country
Sharper than nails
Sharper than cliffs and
Pain in your throat
Cutthroat rules
Or ruler or man
But not new
New life is bad
But push it anyway
To be the best
Be the cruelest
Be new and sharp
And clean, sheared
Wool and shaven
Duty to yourself
And family to be
Better than them
Spit on them and
Dry tears with
Money because
Who cares about
That, be better than
Yourself in competition
With your soul to
Quench it and be what
We want you to think
You want to be conviving
And bloody and smiling
With victory in your teeth
Bury yourself with riches
Because nothing is worse
Than dying alone because
Who is there to see
You fail at betterness
Bitter to be worse
To be nothing be everything
Be more than you be
Dominant be cool
Be vicious.
Aren’t you the one?
Never be anyone
Else be everything be more
3.
I’ll call you open
Mouthed rotting teeth
When it’s time
There’s a tear
In the fabric don’t
Get caught get strong
Get better but pay
To be woven
Into dirt, flesh,
Concrete all things
All walls that bind
Worms and organs
And trash and misery
So lonely in confines
So longing for a
Companion on tv
That has shinier teeth
Than you ever did
Go play outside but
Don’t get wet and don’t
Get dirty or punishment
Will follow you in eyes
That are open seen
Awful things while
They glow blue and amber
And green sickly and
Hungry and out for
What’s underneath
That lovely shield
They swear to
Call by your name
But where is promise kept
In paper but where is
paper in dirt.
Burnt leaves and ribs
And charred trees
Open wound on
Earth on ground
On concrete bandage there’s
Black gum and torn
Rubber from old tires
And death beneath it all
4.
I woke up in the mud
I woke up today after
An eternity of suffering
Of punishment so easy
To make mistakes to be
Mistaken for worthiness
There’s none of that
In you there’s life as
White fingers pray and
Leaf through chance and
let you breathe another day
Be more today or regret
Will haunt you the ghosts will
Be at your wake don’t
Forget to rsvp or you will
Regret it and they will
Mourn you will scorn you
And burn your stapled
Gasping chest that
Only wanted to hold
Your heart that wills
Deep like the sea
Drown in ambition
Or let the heart
Destroy you we told
You not to listen to
Listen to your heart
Listen to us we know
What the heart wants.
Sacred dirt covers open
Eyes never closing once
They’re like that
Watch the funeral-goers
Cry with their eyes
Closed its a closed casket
And they can’t see whether
They left your eyes open or not
But either way, She will
Take you back and no
Repentance is needed to
Be a child Her child
That strayed so far and kicked
At her shins.
Marley Reedy is a sophomore Anthropology major and a writer who turns her thoughts into poetry. She admires how poems make art out of words. She is increasingly interested in associative and abstract forms of poetry.